We found each other
And pulled ourselves together.
Like moths to a light,
We were drawn to the despair in one another.
Neither caring that we'd be zapped when we got too close.
You didn't care that my skin had rough patches.
Or that some nights I could barely talk or stop myself from crying.
Or that I was almost always stressing out about something.
And how could you?
When I didn't care that sometimes you would shake from anger.
Always managing to hold it in until I was safely away.
We were broken together.
We found each other.
And pulled ourselves together.
